Dave seemed much perturbed, ill at ease. He played Center-Half; the most important position in our school's soccer squad. Just shy of 6 feet, he had a stocky but muscular build with extra wide thighs, my fetish, A year or so older than my nineteen year, A rough and ready temperament completed his picture. Dave was not known to be interested in gay sex. For several months, though, I had given him many seductive signals; and he knew me to be a gay bottom; but he never showed any inclination to come any closer.
My secret enjoyment was to be a voyeur of jocks at play. I relished looking at their muscles in motions, especially upper legs and buttocks. The picture of sweaty energetic muscular bodies, with straight up monster cocks, assaulting me, knocking me down and crushing me under their weight, with the cocks finding my asshole and ramming it to gain access, By this time I would have jerked off my fantasy and my cum would be splashed over my shorts.
Dave was usually the star of this show. Except this afternoon, when during practice, he was acting out of sorts: He kicked the ball out of the field and almost came to blows with another player. I hung around waiting for him to finish his shower etc. My excuse was a paper that I needed his input on, nut I suspected he knew of my interest in him..
"Why don't you meet me at 'The KONO coffee shop around 6?" He added that some others would also be there, I had this itch in my ass that wouldn't go away and i waited for the time by looking at my watch every few minutes. He met me outside the coffee shop a little after 6
"Sorry. No one else could make it. Why don't we chill out at my place and I'll drop you home later?" He took me to their basement TV lounge. Over lemonade and cookies, he sat next to me on the couch and confided his tale of woe.
"A cousin of mine has been visiting from Islamabad. She is in her early twenties. Studying for an MA. She's not known to have a boyfriend". He lowered his voice, sometimes stopping altogether. I pieced together that for the past week or so she had been a slow tease to poor Dave. Letting him touch her boobs, run his fingers over her legs and even held his erect cock. Oh, yes! She enjoyed kissing and would almost drown him in long wet lip-locks. During one such kiss, he had put his hand thru her waistband and fingered her wet pussy. She enjoyed that for a few minutes and then ran off. This was true to form for Pakistani girls. Hardly one out of a thousand would allow a home run. All this touching feeling, though, was most prevalent between cousins. Necking and kissing, holding boobs and cocks sometime pussy rubbing and fingering were the limit of such liaisons
